Nicole Health Update
This is Nicole’s wordsmith of a husband Saul. Just wanted to give everyone an update on Nic’s health status. First, and most importantly, it was confirmed her lymph nodes were cancer free! She is currently resting at home after twenty four hours in the hospital. Between the sedatives necessary for surgery and the pain medication
Thank God for Fast-Moving Days
What does one do when one is going to get a body part cut off the next day? Hmmm… well, here’s what I did. Pray. Drink Coffee, eat toast and then feel like you might vomit b/c you ate food. Hire someone to clean your house. (Thank you Bonnie & Debbie! You are the BEST!)
This Blog Just Took a Strange Turn
I am Saul, Nicole’s loving husband. Prepare for posts that are not as elegant or stimulating as my wife’s entries. I will be posting updates as at times during and after her surgery. As you compare and contrast our writing styles and grammar please keep in mind that kindness is indeed contagious. That includes you,
Kids Get a Shout Out for Kindness
Kindness is a big deal in our house. It’s cause for celebration. We don’t have confetti or banners or balloons that drop from the ceiling, but my kids know they’re going to get a big hug and see absolute joy in their momma’s face when I find out they’ve gone out of their way to
Make it a Double
Sing this song with me: “You can’t always get what you want… you can’t always get what you want… you can’t always get what you want… but if you try sometimes, you might just find, you get what you need.” My husband tells me it’s by The Rolling Stones. I’ll have to take his word
Photo Session
I’m supposed to be writing a column on kindness right now. There are so many stories of kindness floating around in my brain, but I can’t seem to catch hold of any of them long enough to actually write about them. I just keep thinking about tomorrow (my pre-op appointment) and next Tuesday (my mastectomy).
Reading Up
I’ve been putting off reading anything that has to do with breast cancer– and what to expect post-surgery. I don’t want to know about anesthesia and tubes and scars. Everyone’s story is different, so why bother hearing a horror story about a woman who woke up mid-surgery? I’ve been rolling with the what-you-don’t-know-can’t-hurt-you theory. But
